Friday Feeling

Wow I'm tired. Tired. Don't you get that Friday feeling? I am going out tonight on my own. All dressed up and out to a restaurant to celebrate a friend's birthday. I keep feeling something will happen, but I don't know what. Like someone will come through the door...Or someone from my past will be there. We will sip cocktails. Swap numbers? Or already have each other's numbers? It's an all girls party, and I've been to a few of these recently. I like all girl's parties.

I'd be quite happy to stay in and go to bed, but I can't seem to fall asleep at the moment.

Monday

I was woken at five this morning by the booming sounds of hip hop music coming from a crackhead car. Who else would be playing music that loudly at five in the morning? I was really frustrated as once awake I couldn't seem to return to the semi erotic dream about an ex boyfriend. He seemed to have two other girlfriends vying for his attention, but I knew I would get him in the end....And then I was woken. I have thought about him on and off all day, even considered googling his name. But I haven't.  

I don't like Mondays, generally.

Mice

The mice are getting bolder. They come out at about 10.30pm and scurry through the night: climbing, eating crumbs, leaving droppings and doing what mice do.  (My husband used to sleep downstairs on the sofa when he returned very late from work. He can no longer do that because of the mice antics. He also used to sleep downstairs after we'd had a row or were sick of the sight of each other.) At first there was one and I thought it was rather sweet. It was tentative and sprinted across the kitchen floor about three times a week. Today my daughter (Belle age 3  - 4 on April 2nd) saw one at 2pm.  Once we had people for dinner and everyone watched a mouse nosing under the table where we'd just eaten. I am an animal lover but the mice are really getting to me now. I shouted at this wretched mouse, then I ran towards where it had retreated and stamped my foot like a spoilt child. Belle was more scared of me than the mouse. We have tried everything short of getting a cat.  I hate sharing my life with mice.